Dedicated to all the 
DJ's all over the world, man
One for the treble, two for the bass
Come on Techa 
Nina, let's rock this place
Tech's in the place, everybody get mainy
Punks betta' cuff yo lady, can't nobody tame me
Blame me for keepin' her runny eyed rainy
Ladies used to hate me, now they comin' out they panties
Girls on the jock, pocket full of socks
Got a fat knots, somethin' gone squat
Down, ducka ducka, down, down for the block?
Tryin' to be hot, but you flop
When you shot to the top but you not, dwam
I ain't never seen so much green
Than when 
I seen when my team hit the scene
It must be a dream, hit the stage, everybody holla
Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows, 'fo a bigga' dolla?
Father, I don't wanna leave nobody to blessed'
Cuz they greedy in the middle of what 
I do bestYou finna' see me in the 
TV with a few guest
We bout to bubble baby, get ya waterproof vest
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble baby, bout ta' bubble baby
Bout ta' bubble baby, we got ya lady
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
Yo, get ya 
ID, passport, state skippin'
All around the world, busy with the bass hittin'
We ain't come for bustin' heads, yo we hate trippin'
When we through rockin' the shows, man we chase kittens
J's on my feet, car full of beat
Trunk full of heat, 
Caribou in the seat
Frown, you can make us all clown in the street
Gimme the beat and we leakin'
No mercy for the haters that weep
On to the next, 
Minnesota to the 
Netherlands
Veterans, caravans, gettin' chedder man'
Round the world in a day, off in 
LAOklahoma, 
Dallas, Kansas 
City to the 
BayEverybody hyphy, the 
South really like me
Ill Bill got it where the 
East Coast invites me
Tech's in the air when the mood really strikes me
Hey, we bout ta' bubble so embedded in your psyche
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble baby, bout ta' bubble baby
Bout ta' bubble baby, we got ya lady
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
Aye, B boys hit the flo' wit' it
Off in Jamaica let me see ya heel toe wit' it
Clown and crump wit it, 
A-Town stomp wit' it
At the set, jugglettes make they double 
D's jump to this
House on the hill, hella tip drills
Paul Wall said he'd do me up a red grill
Busta' Buss circlin' the 5-6 'ville
Forty water, he told me a lot in this business for real
Stormin' in 
Salt Lake 
City performin' for 
MormonsOut of they garments before the mornin', 
I'm charmin'
Leavin' 'em torn, mess with the bull you get the horns
Nina gets with a beauty best, it's armin'
Misery's behind me, labels tryin' to sign me
Ain't too many who don't know just who the 
Tech N9ne be
If she lookin' for somethin' with a future so shiny
Kansas City, 
Missouri is where she gon' find me
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, baby, bout ta' bubble, baby
Bout ta' bubble, baby we got ya lady
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it(Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble)
Bubble